Hello readers! Welcome to another GUEST POST WEEKEND here on A Loco Viva Voce. Today’s Guest Post is a poem written by Yvonne Anyaorah.

Yvonne is a Nigerian Lawyer, poet and freelance writer who is mainly interested in academic research and development, especially with regards to the rights of the Nigerian child. She has a Masters degree with commendation in Oil and Gas law from the University of Aberdeen. She is also a recipient of the National Essay Competition Award held in the year 2000 to commemorate Nigeria’s 40th independence anniversary. Her hobbies include travel, literature and collecting perfume bottles.

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Read Yvonne’s poem after the cut and enjoy!


Down by the culvert beyond our crescent

A man beggar sits with his legs crossed

His arms open wide beneath his chest

His hair like strings of mops linked apart.

I meet his gaze upon my faux organza clutch

And tossed a pound to the salver by his side

He smiled at me to mask a loss

A loss from the grip of his dignity.

I walk pass him, a thought in my mind

About his ripped clothes and dirty feet

Weary of his smiles as blank as an eel

I search for answers within my soul.

For my freedom far gone in a strange land

I am a beggar of some sort, I reckon

For all I wish and all I long for

Is to be embraced as more than a second class citizen-‘nuisance’.

His pains I feel,

His toils I know

And still, my time I bid.

For most as far as we come; we beg

In a desperate twilight, lovers implore

Even opulent kings in the tear of a battle submit

And politicians would to voters appeal.

Tis that we are all beggars as we come

We are all beggars

In different ways.

-Yvonne Anyaorah

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8 replies »

  1. It’s always refreshing to read such authentic poems or short stories. The Chinua Achebes of our time.
    Thanks OUR for encouraging and promoting our writers. Lovely one!


  2. Great Job! Excellently written …. Keep it up!
    Btw; Lol @ collecting empty perfume bottles as your hobby. Reminds me of someone I know.


  3. Wow. This poem makes me reflect on the virtue of humility, that we are all bidding our time here on earth. So simply put be nice to everyone u meet. Thank you Yvonne for this. Keep writing.


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